Willow

This is a short excerpt featuring a character that introduced himself to me a few years ago. I have been waiting for the right time to tell his story. Willow is an angel...a fallen angel. After becoming seduced by the compassion and love he felt for a human, everything he knew changed. And so did he.

Excerpt:

The silence descended like a thick cloud, wrapping Jayde’s body in the illusion of black velvet. She moved soundlessly, barely touching the floor as she glided toward the open window.
Looking down upon him in the dark garden, she was filled with a longing for both his body and his blood. Her fangs ached to pierce through his tender flesh, to suck his innocence into her in every way. How desperately she desired him.

Sensing the vampiress’ eyes upon him, Willow looked up to find her in the window, her silhouette taunting him. Though he knew that he should fear her, he couldn’t help the rush of blood to his loins as he looked up into her glowing eyes.

Before Jayde had even descended the spiral staircase, Willow was waiting for her there at the bottom. He held out a hand to her and she reached for it, reveling in its warmth. His scent was intoxicating, driving her to taste him.

“Why is it that I do not fear you?” Willow whispered, inhaling her strong flowery scent. “Even if you were to drain my life away here and now, I would die happy.”

He kissed her then, boldly pulling her tightly into his embrace. The sound of his pounding heart beat in her ears, driving her to claim him. Kissing her way down the smooth skin of his neck, she murmured, “My love, you truly are a fool.”

The need to fill her dominated him and Willow found himself responding to her with a heady fervor. As her cool lips and tongue traced the pulsing vein in his throat, he groaned and slid a hand down her thigh, seeking the hem of her skirt.When Willow’s hand slipped beneath the silky material, Jayde clung to him, any remaining resistance inside her quickly waning. His pulse beat against her tongue and the bloodlust rose to consume her.

His need was evident as he pressed against her, his hand playing with the lace trim of her undergarments. Pulling him down with her, Jayde lay back on the stairs and slowly slid her long skirt up to expose her thighs.

Willow kneeled before her, desire scorching him like a fire raging out of control. Running a hand up each of her silky smooth legs, he leaned in to kiss her again, slipping his tongue between her lips. The tips of her fangs grazed his tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout his body.
Slowly, tauntingly, Jayde spread her legs wide enough for him to slip in between her thighs. The rough edge to his bruising kiss thrilled her, sending a flood of heat to her groin. He reached to cup her breasts and she sighed in contentment.

Licking his lower lip, she squirmed against him until she felt him grow harder. Willow was ready, throbbing against her with an ache he had never known before.Jayde was caught up in the sensations, the powerful need that he caused within her. She knew there was no stopping once they passed the point of no return.

“Willow,” she whispered, afraid to break the spell holding them in its thrall. “I can’t take much more of this. I need you now.”

Her words stirred his passion and Willow responded by sliding her flimsy thong underwear down her legs, tossing it aside. Before she could reach to free him of his clothing, he was tearing it off in haste.
When at last he was beautifully nude before her, she beckoned for him to take her. The silk of her skirt pooled around them when he moved between her thighs to claim her.